For old times’ sake I did,
juttered out the ravenous calm
in hopes of sanity,
O pull me up!
For I’m sinking in deep and deep.
A no-ending black hole, raws and all
scraping isn’t worrisome, no more,
plummeting a ten times glory, it seem,
this path down the sucker with an abhorous zeal
not ‘ye all judgemental; but for thyself
a hoarder of pain looked up for one last time-
bring me up not this hellhole;
screams won’t be so bad anyway
I repent, not for the sins, but
for thyself endurement.
One’s life isn’t always perfect or always right. A few mistakes made, and sometimes we don’t forgive ourselves for that.
No one grows in life without making mistakes. Forgive yourself, learn from it and moving on is the best thing one can do for their own betterment.
There is no rule in life that it has to be lived perfectly. It is not a crime to make mistakes. What is wrong is to make the same mistake twice.
Mistakes are what are required to grow a level up in life; to not linger in stagnancy. Mistakes are opportunities that we stumble upon to acquire knowledge. So be happy when you make more mistakes because it provides you with a chance to gain some lessons from it.
The war within;
so horrendous that,
it terrifies me
of my future.
The clashes between, the past
trying hard to match,
with the future ‘imaginary castles’
that I am already living in.
I blame the heart, for
it is the culprit that overrode
the brain to make me believe
that unicorns exist.
The blame game starts-
the war waging between
the heart and brain
to decide who is the bane.